The magic carpet ride …


As a child I created a Magic Kingdom where a family of fairies and elves lived.  I visited them often under the guava tree.  They were exquisite.  There was a mother who looked at her unruly children with non-judgemental and kind eyes.  She tended to her family’s needs with humour and endless patience.  The benevolent father, always reached out to the young, staggering under the weight of love.  There were fairy children with curls that glistened in the sunlight.  An elf who threw his head back in laughter as he tripped on large green shoes, his tiny hand catching a red cap as it slipped off a head of perfect curls.  A baby slept while others looked on with wonder at the perfection.  The family slept on a mattress made of wild berries in vivid red, blue and pink, colours I had never seen before in nature but had read about.  In unpredictable weather, trees delivered blankets to keep the family warm.

Their magic carpet was gold and took the family for a wild ride when they hopped aboard.  They always beckoned me to join them.  Their plane, was parked nearby.  It had wings of lace.  It had the strength to carry me too.  I know this because, with child-like faith, I took the flight.  It gave me a different view of what lay below.  The presence of the fairy family was transient but they returned time and time again.  This time to the garden where I now live.

It’s Easter morning.  I have been in the presence of the waterbirds, rainbow lorikeets, magpie larks, willy wagtails and honeyeaters.  I have disembarked from that magic carpet ride.

I have moved away from a world of religion to a different world where I practice my faith.  I have gained more from this shift than all the years of church going.  It has come about by observing.  The child in me still believes in the magic of the day.

For those who celebrate, may your Easter be one of renewal, and may you find joy in the mystery of faith.

Until next time

As always

a dawn bird



It’s time …


The business is now closed and the new management appear to be doing well as a cafe, just before you hit Bunbury.  I can’t seem to bring myself to visit because the previous shop was one I loved to visit.  It was almost like a big shed with home made produce, local fruit and vegetables and a great place to stop and chat to the staff, usually, older women, they always had a story to share.  I loved buying a particular brand of spicy tomato sauce here that was made by some local woman.  A few years ago when I stopped, to my dismay I found it was their last week.  I was devastated.  With two new service stations before this stop, the business was suffering.  The elderly owner had passed away and his wife was trying to keep the business going.  I wondered what would happen to those older women who always had time to chat.

The business included an emu farm and they were selling the last of the emu eggs.  I bought six and they sit on a side cabinet until Easter morning, then they are the centre piece on my dining table.  They remind me of the shop and it’s a lovely, warm memory.  I loved doing the Easter egg thing with my kids when they were younger but now they are health conscious young adults and don’t eat a lot of processed foods.  So it’s only emu eggs now.

Eggs represent new life.  New beginnings.  A symbol of celebration.  See an egg shell in the bush and it makes one curious.  (Also wary!  Snakes!).

This year Easter brings new meaning.  I am renewed and on a new journey.  I have been caring for my well being.  I feel good!  I feel I have something to offer someone else, other than in my professional life.  The shell has broken.  I’m ready to emerge.  Faltering, for sure, but on my feet and taking steps in the right direction.  Isn’t that eggscellent!  (Sorry, couldn’t resist!).

Until next time

As always

a dawn bird

  1. In response to RDP – Saturday:  egg